Twenty-fourth hour, he tries his luck Cigarette and bottle on standby Six a.m. and the boy ain't right Six a.m. and the boy ain't right Too late for the girlfriend To step in and pretend that she's different He don't want that fight Of all the pretty things she says Well, they don't sound pretty tonight Six a.m. and the boy ain't right Poor young man, you know not what you've done You've tied yourself to love And I had warned you about that gun As a whole it sounds like fun But it's a hose in every one Six a.m. and the blood runs cold through my muscles It's too late for the sentimental man The family and the friends To step in Well, he don't want that fight Of all the advice that they offer Don't sit well with them tonight Six a.m. and the boy ain't right Six a.m. and the boy ain't right Six a.m. and the blood runs cold through my muscles It's too late for the sentimental man The family and the friends To step in Well, he don't want that fight Of all the pretty things she says Well, they don't sound pretty tonight Six a.m. and the blood runs cold through my muscles It's too late for the sentimental man The family and the friends To step in Well, he don't want that fight